Lyrics 10 Toes - M.R. Smylez feat. Swift Corleone

Made
MR
I was in the trap
Counting paper til I got a call
From Metronome
He said big bra
Won't you check ya phone
I got a fire track
I wanna get you on
If I do it let me set the tone
To the Gangsta shit
Wit ya weapon on
That in da streets
We ain't neva home
Y'all nigga sweet
Like kettle corn
Get money by all sorts
Got plays no ball court
N I fall under all sports
Got green like a golf course
N I rode in a small Porsche
Wit a bad bitch
In traffic
That want
Back shots on all fours
And shorty got a habit
She call magic
After she took her a long snort
LIfe is what
You make it out to be
I swear niggaz got it out for me
Nd the AR got night vision
Scope you right from the balcony
Nd we ain't worried bout nobody
We gon skip the formality
Cuz you can't fuck wit
M.R. Smylez bitch
Finish him fatality
See we don't deal
Wit no Basic
No Reebok no Aasic
Got a bad bitch
That slay shit
With her tits done
No face lift
When the drip come
She crave it
Loves to sip some
She wasted
And if that pussy
Lookin so good
Swear ya god
I'll taste it

Ten toes down
I know where I came from
Where I got my name from
Where I sold cocaine from
Ten toes down
Where I learned the game from
I'm never gon change
I'm never gon change
Ten toes down
I know where I came from
Where I got my name from
Where I sold cocaine from
Ten toes down
Where I learned the game from
I'm never gon change
I'm never gon change
Ten toes down

Middle finger
To a fuckin creep
Was in Sugarland
But ain't nothin sweet
Pickin up
About a hundred treats
Phone ringing
Who want to eat
Bitches say I only talk money
I say shit
That's all I was taught ta speak
But when it comes
To lending out money
You look both ways
Like when you cross the street
I just want to be rich tho
Cross the bridge
Wit ya bitch bro
She bounce on the dick
Like a 6'4
Then it's Cash App or the Venmo
I always know
What the game would bring
That's why tf we get it in fo
But you fake niggaz
Are not the real thing
That's a true definition of a dildo
Hugo down
When I touch the scene
I'm drippn bitch like a submarine
FN on me tucked in the jeans
Like a drum machine
Yea slim I said fuck ya team
I gotta couple guns
One wit a beam
One shoot wild like Kyle Kuzma
Other on point like Danny Green
Let me slow down shit
Let me chill
I'm on my grind
Til half a mil
Let a half a mil
Flip past a mil
Then triple it up
Like Bradley Beal
House niggaz cant last the field
Nd broke nigga got it bad fr
You should swallow
A whole bag of pills
If you snitched
On ya man
Over Ass and Bills
You Bitch

Ten toes down
I know where I came from
Where I got my name from
Where I sold cocaine from
Ten toes down
Where I learned the game from
I'm never gon change
I'm never gon change
Ten toes down
I know where I came from
Where I got my name from
Where I sold cocaine from
Ten toes down
Where I learned the game from
I'm never gon change
I'm never gon change
Ten toes down

Yea
Ten toes
We keep it solid
Made Royalty
We Chase Bands
Oh we gon get this money playa
U already know
That was The Preview
Let's get ready
For this Best Unknown 2 coming
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